I hated the school bus as a kid. I loathed it. I despised it. I dreaded it. For good reason. From the time I was in grade one,…
I made my way across our backyard and walked over the imaginary line separating our house and the neighbor’s. We didn’t have fences or hedges between our houses,…
I was in my early thirties when I first realized I was dying. I couldn’t believe it. I was so young! I had so much left to do! …
Woke him by barging into his room first thing in the morning to make sure he wasn’t dead after his alarm had been blaring for ten solid minutes…
Yeah, I get it. You have stuff to do every single week day, and to do those things your child needs to be in school. You have work,…
Last weekend my boyfriend came down with a wicked case of Ebola. Wait, that doesn’t seem right—I feel like I would’ve heard about a Jersey outbreak or I’d…
This morning is “Dress Like Your Favorite Book Character Day” at my kids’ public school. My 4th grader Sam is OVER dressing up for Book Character Day (that’s…
Within the past year, my thirteen-year-old daughter’s body has changed, rapidly. Hello, hormone, hell. Obviously, this came as no surprise to me. At eleven, (YES ELEVEN), I was…
1. He’s “THE Donald.” Even his name transitions super easy into “THE President.” Can you believe people are actually saying he doesn’t have “THE” experience? Hello? 2. He likes to…
Anyone who believes that their high school years were the best years of their life has probably repressed those heinous memories and replaced them with delusional fantasies. Or…